"Next time, for sure."
After saying that, Li Yi turned around and ran. The old men behind him wanted to stop him, but he was able to slip out with his loach-like agility.
The two saw an ordinary young man running wildly in slippers, followed by a group of old men.
Li Yi ran into his apartment building, then ran up the stairs, returned home and closed the door. The doorman was so angry that he stood outside and cursed for more than ten minutes until his mouth was dry and he had no energy to curse anymore, so he left in anger.
Is this an immortal?
Master Feixing raised this question.
Boom boom boom!
Master Feixing knocked on the Li family’s door, then took two steps back, straightened his back, and looked serious.
He had now realigned his loyalties.
Whether it is to dominate the world or to be close to the people, they are all immortals. To distance oneself from others is great love, and to be close to others is also love.
No matter how big the cognitive gap between them is, Li Yi is still their king and father.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
In just three seconds, Shui Ming Yuan Jun and Fei Xing Zhen Ren's palms were already sweating slightly, and inexplicable tension and uneasiness surged in their hearts.
My feeling at the moment is probably that I feel more timid as I am closer to home.
Perhaps it was less than a month for them, before which they were still under the rule of the immortals. In the blink of an eye, the Age of the Immortal Palace had ended, and the high and mighty immortal was no longer in power.
A sense of strangeness and insecurity always hangs over them.
With a click, the door opened.
The person who opened the door was a little man the size of a palm, with a white jade bottle sitting under his butt.
Qiong Yu said: "Come in."
Master Feixing took a deep breath and was the first to step into the gate which was countless times smaller than the White Jade Palace, followed closely by Master Shuiming Yuanjun.
The first thing they saw was a long and narrow entrance, and then they walked into the living room, which was also not very large. For the two who had seen the grandeur of the White Jade Palace, this living room of several dozen square meters could be said to be very narrow.
The living room is similar to that of most mortal homes in my memory, with a TV and sofa on the left, a dining table on the right, and the kitchen further inside.
In the kitchen, a white figure was busy. Although his figure and face were small, they still recognized him as Xingjun. Behind Xingjun was the cold-faced woman. The faint sword spirit emanating from her still made the two people's heartbeats quicken.
It felt like my eyes would be pierced if I looked at them for one more moment.
The master of kendo.
Is he a sword immortal?
The two of them had another guess about the identity of this woman. As a high-ranking member of the human race, she was able to read the classics of all the major sects.
Among them, Shangqing Palace mentioned the relationship between sword immortals and immortals, and it is also mentioned in some sects’ fragmentary words.
After all, the incident between Li Changsheng and Dong Yunshu caused quite a stir back then, especially the two sword-chasing contests at Tianjian Mountain.
Dong Yunshu stood behind Tuer, and from time to time a piece of meat would fly into her mouth.
"Hey, Sister Dong, please stop cheating all the time."
"It's delicious. Teach me. I want to make it for Brother Li too."
"Well... Sister Dong, it's good enough if you can use swords, but your cooking skills should be lowered."
When it comes to his core technology, Tuer starts to avoid the question.
Master Feixing turned his head and looked at the sofa. A girl in a wide Taoist robe was sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV. Next to her, Wei Xi was watching TV with her while working remotely on his laptop.
He was still muttering: "How come these guys have no courage now? Why don't they kick me out?"
If it were three years ago, I would have been kicked out, not to mention leaving Daqin. Even leaving the military camp might have been a possibility.
Power is like a squat toilet in a public toilet. There will never be a vacancy, and no one will reserve a seat for you. Leaving a position means giving up, or falling from power.
But now this squat toilet seems to be locked and no one stands on it.
Wei Xi could only sigh and symbolically handle her official duties. In fact, unless there was a need to fight a war, she usually had nothing to do.
Bai Shi walked out of the bathroom, yawned sleepily, and then walked back to his room.
Suddenly he poked his head out again and said, "Qiong Yu, call me when it's time to eat."
Qiong Yu said: "After eating, you sleep, and after sleeping, you eat. Are you a pig? And when will you make a golden elixir? You take all kinds of precious medicines every day."
"It will be soon. When the chickens have finished pecking at the rice and the dogs have finished licking the noodles, I will be golden."
Bai Shi retreated quietly into his room and began to daydream.
In fact, Qiong Yu could feel that the other party's foundation was getting stronger and stronger, and with the foundation he had laid before, he could have achieved the Golden Core long ago. But this guy obviously had bigger plans, and wanted to achieve the Golden Core naturally.
It is probably influenced by the immortal predecessors.
Peace is everywhere.
This was the first impression of Feixing Zhenren and Shuiming Yuanjun. The immortal’s current residence can only be described as ordinary.
Qiong Yu turned her head and looked at the two of them, saying, "Don't just stand there, the Immortal Senior is waiting for you inside."
When the two heard that the immortal was waiting for them, they shuddered and walked quickly through the living room and into the master bedroom.
The room was still small and there was nothing unusual in it.
Li Yi was sitting at the desk. When he saw the two people come in, he put down his phones. He looked indifferent and did not show much surprise or joy.
"Feixing, and Shuiming?"
Just saying the name made the two of them feel greatly cared for.
The immortal still remembers me!
Master Feixing bowed deeply, his expression and tone extremely respectful: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you, Immortal."
Shuiming Yuanjun then bowed and repeated the same words: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you, Immortal."
Qiong Yu tilted her head, feeling that these two people's attitude towards immortals was completely different from that of others.
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